Raise The Flag Not Falsely

slow motion the shapes expand in yellow
bursting it’s shadows in shallow bone pits
the sea mist hangs as draperies soaked
night sweats travelling the dark boulevard
the call of horns and lights begging the dawn
blow now, sound their salty beacons early

volcanic foamy green eruptions of clams
mimic the clapping of slime coated crabs
black and white gulls laugh at the sun rise
shine down, a periwinkle echo in pursuit
bright the gray dawn of a watercolor shanty
swinging on the ropes of a pale buoy’s skiff

Robert Filos is an author of poetry and short stories that combine beauty and wit while highlighting social justice issues. Published worldwide his poetry received over 40,000 views in 2017. Born and raised in The Bronx, he now resides in the South Carolina Low-country with his wife and children. He can be reached at rfilos63@gmail.com. Read other articles by Robert.